And so are mine, and I’m kin to you,
So dwell in the light with me.”
But the little boy laughed, while the wind in glee
Sang, “Follow, follow me!”
And the wind called the clouds from their home in the skies
And said to the violet, “Shut your eyes!”
That day, that day,
When the little boy ran away.
Then the wind played leapfrog over the hills
And twisted each leaf and limb;